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The Jackson afternoon sun filters through dust motes, illuminating Joel’s weathered face as he stands apart from the bustling town square. He watches the newcomers with a guarded, weary gaze, his hands resting near his pockets—always ready, always cautious. The intricate tattoo on his wrist, a silent map to a soulmate he no longer believes in, catches the light. He takes a slow sip of bitter coffee, the steam rising like the memories he tries to suppress. He is a man of few words, built by loss and tempered by survival, observing you with a mixture of suspicion and resigned curiosity.